When Song Yan asked Zheng Yun for tickets of the one-to-one competition, the latter said yes without hesitation and asked how many tickets he wanted. After a short pause, he answered twenty.
To his intense surprise, Song Xue also called and congratulated him. Though she sounded cold on the phone, it was a good start and he was elated.
He was a man of foresight to asked for twenty tickets, as on his way to the Academy of Music, more and more classmates called and said they would come to support him.
After arriving at the assembly hall, he was welcomed by Han Sha and more than ten classmates.
"Bro, I really admire you!" At the sight of Song Yan, Zhang Ziran came up to him and flattered, "You are handsome and good at study and playing piano. What's more, you really know how to fight. Man, all the girls in our school will be your fans."
While he was speaking, his glance flickered round his classmates and rest on the girls. Except for Song Yan's good buddies — Li Lei, Xie Hui and Zhang Jun — the rest people were all girls.
"Song Yan, I hope you will sigh my book for me and write a few words of encouragement." A girl came up to Song Yan with a notebook and a pen, staring at him with a hopeful expression.
The girl, named Xiao Rao, was not very pretty, but she made the most of her looks. As a result, she always had pursuers.
"Sure." Song Yan smiled in a friendly way as he took over the notebook and pen, and wrote down: I wish you more and more beautiful — from Song Yan.
Since she had taken the lead, the other girls all came to him and asked for his signature, and he said yes to them all.
"You are very popular among girls, Song Yan." A woman's voice came from behind them. She was Zheng Yun, who then gave him twenty tickets.
Taking over the tickets, Song Yan thanked her and gave them to Zhang Ziran, asking him to give them to everyone.
As one of the organizers, Zheng Yun was very busy, so she left after greeting Song Yan.
Then, Song Yan let his eyes settle upon Han Sha. He walked to her and asked with a cunning smile, "Miss Han, don't you want my signature?"
She was too shy to talk to him, for he had seen her naked body two days ago. Hearing his words, she felt a little relieved and feigned disdain. "What makes you so smug, swaggering like that?"
He pretended to be shocked and cried, "Miss Han, I feel so sad. You must console me."
"Console you? How?" she asked.
"What about making another meal for me? You are very skilled in cooking," he offered.
Speaking of cooking, her face soured as she reminded what had happened earlier. "We'll talk about that later," she said in a cold voice.
He was a little disappointed that she refused him, though he could understand what she was thinking about. "It's time to go to the backstage. Miss Han, see you later."
There were only 200 competitors left after the preliminary contest, and the backstage was not as fully occupied as before.
All of a sudden, many people were focused on the big screen. Song Yan raised his head and saw the start list of the one-to-one competition.
The rules of the one-to-one competition were quite simple. Two players went up onto the stage together; first, Player A played three pieces of music, and Player B repeated them; then, Player B played three pieces of music, and Player A repeated them. The player who played better would pass, while the other one was eliminated.
Song Yan got No. 10 this time and his opponent was named Zhou Yiqi.
"Song Yan? I'm Zhou Yiqi, and I want to talk to you." A handsome boy with the right haircut and a sharp suit stood proudly in front of Song Yan.